He looked at the body in front on him. He stared at the old large eyes that kept so many memories. He cried. He couldn't help himself. Watching the love of his life grown up and stuck in a tank, he couldn't help but let some tears; maybe streams. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done this" the older man sighed beside them both. The face in the box chuckled in their heads. It seemed to remember them, remember him. He slowly lifted his head; the wet eyes glazing in the new sun "I'm sorry, I know you hated me crying in front of you" whispered the younger man. "I'm not dead. I can remember". The young man took a deep breath "take me home... I don't want to see this; I want to see the younger Jack. The three hundred and seventy five Jack" he lightly whispered. The older man standing beside him nodded with agreement "I wish I never gave in, now you're scared for life".
The younger man sat aside looking at the face. It didn't move, it had no legs but tentacles, it breathed from its large mouth occasionally, and stared at the blank wall like watching paint dry. The older man joined him with a cup of coffee "he wants to see you..." he whispered, trying to comfort him. "I don't want to see him" snapped the younger man, sipping the coffee softly "That isn't him... It can't be, where my Jack...Is the Jack I loved" he began to cry again, he couldn't help himself. The older man comforted him, wishing he didn't bring him, wishing he could do something for the younger man forget. But it didn't take him long; he was on his feet, wiping his eyes and heading over to the older face, pulling and chair and sitting opposite so the face could see him. The older man left them to be.
"How much do you remember?" he asked, sipping his coffee, looking at the large eyes. The face chuckled in his head then grew a smile "I couldn't have forgotten you" he replied, in a soft tone. The young man nodded slowly "So you have always remembered me... All these years and you never forgot the days we spent, argued and hated?" he asked. He didn't want to mention love, not when he was in a glass jar and most probably couldn't love again. The face nodded slowly "Every single day, the most memory I can remember, was being with you" he replied, the smile growing. He slowly sipped his coffee nodding softly, feeling a tear roll down slowly. "So... after I died... Hopefully of old age... did you love again?" he asked. "Not the way I loved you" the face answered quickly. The young man was going to burst into tears, trying to hold back "So...-"
"You're not a blip in time for me Ianto" interrupted the face. That took the young man off. He began to cry, and heavy. "Please... Jack..." he cried, trying to control his tears "So you had other people... But thought of me?" he whispered. The face didn't reply for a moment. It was like the younger man could feel its pain, the hurt and wished he would stop. "Yes." He replied, still his tone soft.
The older man came towards them and placed his hand on the young man's shoulder "Come on... Better take you back before you get into deep depression". He nodded in agreement and gently placed his hand onto the glass, when he slowly got up. He took a deep breath wanting to touch the face, wanting to hold him. But more tears spilled from his eyes, knowing he wouldn't spend all his life with the man he dearly love, and to know he always thought of him, however it had been centuries ago; to know him all buried and a skeleton by the time he changed into a face. The young man shuddered to the thought, and tried calm himself down. The older man slowly escorted him to the door. "Ianto..." said the face. The young man slowly turned and looked hurt at the face "Remember, even if I'm angry, annoyed or don't show my feelings... I always loved you, since I met eyes with yours." He said. The young man cried more, nodding softly "Remembered" he whispered, smiling brightly before leaving. He shall always love the Face of Boe.
